If the skies are blue,
And your eyes are brown,
Then does that make us flowers that bloomed too?
Or are we the balloon that flown?
There are times that we lost.
There are times that we were supersedes.
But there is only one place to where I found a tasty toast,
Served with love and with love I was feed.
It's the place I once called 'home'.
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